Good afternoon my dahling and beloved lambily,
How are you today?
It is a chilly SoCo afternoon. I'm sipping coffee at Studio JRy, listening to John Lennon on Pandora and gettting ready to head out for lunch. It has been one crazy administrative day in my office.
It is officially tax season and during tax season, I want to curl up in a little ball of angst and be left alone as I look at profits and losses at the salon and expenses that are sometimes absolutely unreasonable to pay, but we all pay our "fair share", right?
So, lately I've been taking administrative days to work in my office and honestly, it just gets out of control at times. I have folders, upon folders of things to go through, numbers that have not been properly added and balances that have carried over or are just hard to understand. Any mogul or small business owner understands what I'm going through right now. It's no fun. Whether you are Donald Trump or ma and pop, this time of the year is a pain in the ass.
As I look at my to-do lists on Sunday night going into Monday morning, I see so many items that are just not going to get taken care of. I have attempted to work on my book and as of now, only the skeleton is done, no actual verbiage. Only blurbs. I'm like, "man!"
My lifestyle blog "Rockstar Slums" is a bonafide hit and is my most-viewed blog of all-time. Little microblogs about fashion, style and my life make for a very visited website daily... we are tracking into the thousands these days. I love writing. It is such a passion of mine next to doing hair and I love staying relevant in the online world. It's very gratifying.
This past week of online fun was interpreted by a young woman that happens to be a client of a woman I used to work with. On Friday morning, I looked to my surprise to be shocked my two paragraphs of hateful messages on an Instagram picture. As the day went on, I posted her comments for all to see which resulted in Facebook suspending my profile and tearing down words and images pertaining to this girl's assault on me. As I was given back access, I received an email from a relative of hers threatening me and telling me to "watch my back".
Cyber terrorism turned to bodily threats very fast.
I attempted to contacted this young girl's mom and was lectured about my doings. It's sad to know that parents will defend their children when they are wrong and assaulting people. The mom tweeted me and went into a full-blown Twitter war with me Saturday morning.
As I evaluate this situation in my head, I'm upset with the fact that something as cool as social media can become something disgusting. Especially when a whole family gangs up on you. This situation leaves me looking as dramatic as all of them. I'm not proud of this and am taking every legal precaution I can. Attorneys and the authorities have been notified and I have logged all suspicious behavior and direct contact.
I don't have time for this bullshit.
In all honestly, if a millionaire offered me money and a plane ticket outta dodge, I'd take it. I'm tired of justifying my self and my confident business man mentality to drones of complacent people in this market. They simply don't get it or get me.
As I sit here doing taxes and blogging, I keep my eyes on the prize: a brand, a book and a life with my name on it. My main goals behind the scenes are to redecorate my office and living room and get a new car. How would someone cyber attacking relate to me when they're too busy looking for shit to throw at me?
At the end of the day, I'm just a young guy that wants a happy life. For that reason, I've stayed away from people. Some were business associates of mine, some were friends... it's much easier keeping my nose clean in my home tapping away at my laptop or iPhone... at least, that's what I thought.
It will never cease to amaze me how jealous people can become and how people forget we are all humans with feelings, families and separate lives.
I want to better mine...
What's wrong with that?
I have no time to deal with drama, especially from dramatic little girls that have nothing going for them.
-JRy
